The song of our youth


Above the native side of the spring
Not bugler there singing a song -
On a big feat to work
We, my friends, Fatherland calls!

Come out, who are young and healthy,
The struggle and work out!
Many are waiting for unclimbed roads
Many glorious deeds to come!

Chorus:
Flowers, flowers, honey, my Fatherland,
Lead our youth a great trail!
Strong Komsomol our family,
And we all soul only with you!
Color, my dear Fatherland!

This is what we in the taiga fires lit,
Spent channels to the fields,
This run our ships
Open our seas!

Steppes rustles golden wheat -
This is your seed, Komsomol!
As a hero by the heat and blizzard
you went home for the country!

Chorus.

Well and together we live,
We will live together, more fun!
For the machine and in the field behind the wheel
Young forces at work do not be sorry!

Youth of my native country,
Does not suit us to live without worries!
On a big feat to work
We, my friends, Fatherland calls!

Chorus.